Day Eighty-one: Alone

I ended the day on a low note after a pretty good day. So to get it out of the way, I'll say that my 6th period class was a circus. The kind where the boys start trying to show off how ghetto they are in front of the new (to my class, just returning to the school) student that just got out of jail. I have a special plan for revenge. It involves making cupcakes for all the classes but theirs.

During 3rd period, I only had one girl today. All of the guys were sitting around one table painting, but she just sat in her chair quietly. She's a good, polite, normally hardworking kid. So I walked over to talk to her and see what was up. Over the break, a lot of changes were made to student schedules. Her friends are no longer in the same class as her, and she was sad and felt alone. I told her that maybe together we can make the class better again. Then I walked back to the table and started painting with the boys. A few minutes later, I turned and asked her a question. She started to respond. Next thing I knew, she stood up, walked over to the table, sat down in the chair next to me, and joined the conversation.